Last night I dreamed...
…that I got into a fistfight. At least I’m pretty sure I did; the only part I remember is walking towards somebody, angry, while removing my earrings. I’ve never been in a real fight, so it’s reassuring to know that at least my dream-self knows how to react.
Is getting married! Or reproducing! That is weird and awesome, and I am much more enthusiastic about it now that my friends who are doing the marrying/reproducing are in their 20s…not their teens.